So no one likes your jokes, your hair is turning grey,
Your wife’s a bloke, you smoke, you might need a toupee,
Before you reach for yet another beer,
Remember all your happy days, your friends, your sport, will still be right here, yes
Rowing’s there for you,
(But you never could scull)
Rowing’s there for you
(You put holes in the hull)
Rowing’s there for you
(So go burn your canoe)
The stress of work is bad for keeping you awake
So leave your bed behind, and go train with the eight
Go to the loft, dust off your racing suit
Because the rowing boat’s the antidote to cure the daily commute
Rowing’s there for you
(They might let you compete)
Rowing’s there for you
(Have you raced at elite?)
Rowing’s there for you
(Come and row in our crew)
No one can ever leave it, it’s in your blood you admit,
You’re not the only one who hates he’s becoming unfit,
A sport to start the day with, a sport you always grow with,
With friends you’ll spend your life with
When the weathers bad we’ll hit the pub
Yeah!
Before you reach for yet another beer,
Remember all your happy days, your friends, your sport, will still be right here, yes
Rowing’s there for you,
(But don’t leave it so long)
Rowing’s there for you
(What the hell’s a macon?)
Rowing’s there for you
(And you’re there for it too)
